Her eyes are wide and blue, like a vast sea that could sway a sailor to stay with her forever.

Her hands are smooth and her nails are perfectly polished.

Her face is the shape of a heart with no blemish whatsoever.

Her voice is like silk, every word she says lingers like the smell of flowers in the spring.

Her hair is long and healthy, reflecting the light that shines on her; like the moon.

Her waist is like an hourglass, counting down the next time he touches her.

Her legs are long, without a single scar; like a newly glossed vase.

Her feet even have appeal to them.

Her entire essense is perfect.

Down to the way she blinks.

I wish I were her. I want to be her. To look like her.

Because if I was, at least he would want me; crave me, the way he does her.